A throb ran right through her. He was still pulling his cock and even through his sweatpants, it looked huge. She remembered the night they’d spent in Sydney—Willow driving into her over and over, fucking her so thoroughly, she half-lost her mind. She hoped this pervert hurried up and paid her for sex because she was dangerously close to blowing her cover.

“Two hundred.”

He pulled another note from his wallet. “Deal.”

Swaying to ‘High For This’, she pulled down her thong. To her relief, it slid smoothly, as though she’d done this a million times. She kicked it aside and straightened up, pushing out her breasts and rocking her hips. Sloan stared at her and in his awestruck smile, she saw Willow. But in the next flash, her sweet lover was gone. He nodded at her labia. “Open up. Lemme see.”

“No!” Eden said, genuinely offended.

“Fine.” He opened his wallet and pulled out more notes. “How ‘bout now?”

He held them out as though he already knew the answer. He seemed to have grown in the time she’d been dancing. He looked twice his usual size. She chewed her bottom lip. “I don’t normally do this.”

“Sure.” He bent, collecting her thong from the floor. Before she could say anything, he pressed it to his mouth and inhaled.

Eden gasped. “Ew!”

Willow smiled over her panties, his eyes cold as ice. “I know. I’m filthy. Give me what I paid for. Show me your cunt.”

With trembling fingers, Eden parted her labia. She was so wet that a droplet rolled from her lips into the palm of her hand.

“Fuck me dead,” Sloan muttered. “Touch your clit for me. Just once.”

Eden obeyed because it was what she wanted to do, but once she started, she found she couldn’t stop. As soon as she lay hands on that little pleasure centre, she rubbed and rubbed and rubbed.

“Tell me to stop,” she whispered, unable to do just that. “Please make me stop.”

Sloan stared slack-jawed at her cunt. “No fucking way.”

With a little yelp, Eden pulled her fingers from herself. “You need to leave.”

“Not just yet.” Sloan opened his wallet and rained notes on her.

“What-what’s this for?”

“I wanna watch you fuck yourself.” He leaned around her, clearing a spot on the coffee table, knocking the money to the floor. “Right here. Sit.”

Eden sat, the wood cool under her ass.

“Touch yourself,” he growled, seemingly angry that he even had to ask.

Eden returned her shaking fingers between her legs, pressing her lips apart. Her insides ached as she penetrated herself. She’d have rather been touching her clit, but she knew what he wanted to see. She wanted to give it to him. She pumped herself slow and steady, the way Willow fucked her.

Sloan leaned forward, staring between her legs like her pussy held the secrets of the universe. “Yeah, that’s fucking beautiful.”